Lyric Oregon Hill

The hoods are up on Pine Street,
rear ends lifted too
The great-grandsons of General Robert E. Lee
are making love with a little help from STP
Their women on the porches comparing alibis

Greasy eggs and bacon,
bumper stickers aimed to start a fight,
full gun racks, Confederate caps,
if you want some shine
well, you can always find some more,
but what I remember most is the colour of Suzy s door

And Suzy says she s up there
cutting carrots still
And Suzy says she s missing me
so I m missing Oregon Hill

A river to the south
to wash away all sins
A college to the east of us
to learn where sin begins
A graveyard to the west of it all
which I may soon be lying in

Cause to the north there is a prison
which I ve come to call my home,
but some Monday morning no country song
will sing me home again

And Suzy says she s up there
cutting carrots still
And Suzy says she s missing me
so I m missing Oregon Hill

Sunday morning, eight A.M.,
sirens fill the air
Sounds like someone made the river
Sounds like someone being born again
Me, I m just lying here in Suzy s bed

Baptists celebrating with praises to the Lord,
rednecks doing it with gin
Me and Suzy, we re celebrating
the joy of sleeping in
because tomorrow I ll be home again

But Suzy says she ll wait there
cutting carrots by the window sill
And Suzy says, Always think of me
when you think of Oregon Hill